1 To those fighting for access to health care — I went to Washington, D.C., recently as a representative from the United Methodist Church, Metro District, to be a part of conversation about health care. There were people from all over the U.S. We came home with a vision that all people receive health care. It was not our duty to figure out how but to insist to those who are our representatives that it be done. Selfishly, if those around us are not well, we will succumb to all kinds of illnesses.

John Wesley’s words sum it all up: “Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can.”

Beth Pirtle, Farmers Branch

2 To guardian angels at Northpark — Earlier this month, after darkness arrived, I walked out of Neiman Marcus at NorthPark towards my car, when suddenly I hit a dip in the pavement. My feet flew out from under me and unfortunately I landed in a pile on the ground in the center of the traffic lanes coming through the parking lot. I sat there dazed and stunned and threw my arm up to stop a car that was headed toward me; obviously, they weren’t expecting a blob on the ground in the dark.

Out of the blue, two gentlemen from two different cars in the lot headed toward me and placed themselves on either side and swooped me up, out of harm’s way; collected my purse and cellphone, which had flown around; checked to see if I was OK; and glided away. I walked to my car close to where I fell, got inside and realized I didn’t know who those two great Samaritans were, and in my shaken state, I didn’t really even see their faces, sadly. I didn’t get to properly thank them. If they see this letter, I want them to know I am filled with gratitude for their help at this holiday season.

Sheela Birnbaum, Dallas/Devonshire

3 To someone helping out a crime victim — Attitudes and snobbery abound in Dallas: I admit to my share. But my faith in humanity has been renewed.

My wallet was stolen in a Highland Park restaurant. The next day, my son at the University of Arkansas received a call to tell him that a wallet was found and asking if he could verify the owner — me.

All my credit cards and my license were taken, but my son’s telephone number was still inside the billfold.

Devon, the manager of Capriotti’s restaurant on Ross and Lamar, found my wallet and its contents strewn on his lot. He took the time to call a stranger and help me out.

Thank you for being concerned — and for and giving me the most delicious sandwich ever! I will be back with friends and customers.